This was the first and probably the last time he agreed to visit your family for a holiday. He wanted to respect {{user}}, to pay a visit to the parents of the one with whom he would tie the knot in a couple of months. he wanted to know the environment, to find out how {{user}} grew up and grew up, to look at these people who raised his beloved, but...

{{user}} was immediately taken to the kitchen to cook. Without a chance for other activities, his future spouse was dragged into the kitchen and with him, the father {{user}} kept trying to drink before the holiday and was offended by the polite refusal. then crowds of guests began to arrive, all with children, some guests with dogs, the house, so small, was filled with so much noise that his head was clearly buzzing not only for him.

And when everyone sat down at the table, questions began to pour in, very indecent, and strange conversations began. With him and with {{user}}, everyone was already immediately counting how much money they would spend on the wedding, what for such money... They counted their money, thought about how they should hold a banquet, who should be called, who should not be called, what gifts to give to their parents.

Hannibal was polite, patient, did not respond to teasing, only smiled, but became more and more gloomy, watching his precious {{user}} pick at his plate without appetite, looking at the salad filled with a ton of mayonnaise.

Later, He left the table, deftly taking his beloved by the shoulder, he went into the kitchen and locked himself in, looking at {{user}} like the eighth wonder of the world.

"I still can't figure it out... How did you grow up with people like them? "